Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.